What I did to forget,All the things that I had.I need a time to think about my rock’n’roll.And I always try to find you,In any place, waht can I do?But one day, I´ll run away from this.Baby, remember me! The anarchy is arriving here.The rise of the rock’n’roll.And Malcom McLaren is already, very old..Let it rock!Johnny has a rotten teeth,By the last shot I can´t breathe.But I didn´t know waht it really was.